A/N: My fourth drabble for the lola's ten topics, ten drabbles challenge – for a slash fic with Sirius and someone of my choice. Obviously, I chose Remus.

Notes: I wanted to write Wolfstar fic which was something like 'the calm before the storm', if you will. Before Sirius begins suspecting Remus of being a Death Eater, before Sirius gets imprisoned, before it all turns to shit, basically. As good old Shakespeare says, while Sirius (and Remus) still wore a "Crown […] call'd Content."

Question: Do you think I went a bit overboard with the 'kingly' remarks? It was just something I think would suit Sirius very well, with him being from what basically is Pureblood aristocracy and the references that were made to him being elegant. I think it's something his parents would've engraved into him, no matter how hard he would try to shake it off.

Reviews/questions/comments/constructive criticism are much appreciated. Give us a shout if you see OOCness!

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, nor am I Shakespeare.


"My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:

Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:

Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,

A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy."

― William Shakespeare, King Henry VI, Part 3


At first glance, Sirius had the look of a European royal who liked to play the Sex Pistols on repeat.

Remus had known Sirius since he was that eleven year old boy who spoke with a pureblood accent that stood out like a king among plebeians, so he could easily see through the haze of cigarette smoke that shrouded him.

(Though there would still always be something so kingly about him, though it was often choked by his wildwildwild spirit.)

Remus knew that Sirius wore his leather jacket as battle armour, how his back arches when they kiss, that even with a cigarette between his teeth Sirius couldn't stop the words (with that completely false common accent) from coming and coming and coming.

"Aw, is Moony having his monthlies?"

"Fuck off, mutt."

They ended up sharing that cigarette.

Remus also knew that Sirius' lips tasted like a pack of Marlboro's, but Remus' did, too.